Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Pink for girls, blue for boys

Some screenprinted cards, coming to a letterbox near you. (I don't actually agree with gendering colours, but that's just the way things happened.)

More stuff has also been going on in the way of student society propaganda.


(Digital drawing and I are no longer friends. What a fucking headache.)

And I have a new laptop. Let the Photobooth whoring begin!





I am flush with tools of procrastination. God help me.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

It's my blog, and I'll cry if I want to.

Sometimes I see a space so beautiful that it makes me ache with longing. I want to situate myself within it, preserve the experience of it. It is comfort and discomfort. Belonging and sublimity.

How can I make art that satiates the need for this feeling?

In short, I can't. It is a chance occurrence; a coincidental ripple of pure, rapturous perception through the fog of quotidian experience.

So I'll set some shit theories in orbit around the idea of this feeling, hoping in vain to contain it. To make some flawed sense of it so that it might be worked towards.

What is it I'm left with? What is its function?

The 'real world' intrudes; what is the practical application of this maelstrom of ideas, with its invisible-to-the-human-mind nucleus? What is its relevance?

Honours, man. Honours.

Anyway, here are some watercolour and ink thingies that aren't really about anything at all.


 Thank god.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Gotta love this city for its body and not its brain

Big city buildings, fragrant urban alleyways, I would lick you all over (if it did not mean the acquisition of uncountable deadly diseases).








Architectural eroticism. I can't get enough.

If only that git in the green jacket would've stopped getting in the way.

Folk It!

A bitchin' show I was in at PSH Gallery with lovely mates, live music and lascivious drunks having sexy times in a certain gallery director's office. Awkward.

The Original Rusty Spring Syncopators feat. Tim

The rationale behind the exhibition was "art by folks, for folks"; art without academic conceptual intent.

So I made this screenprint: a source of way more stress than it should have been (yet still far less than my non-existent honours project). I'm pretty sure this is the largest multi layer print I've ever done.

Then this cubby house thing based on the print, which people seemed to find appropriately cozy.



Two days of no sleep and lots of beer. That's the way these things should be done, damnit!